On a less than perfect day, I want to throw in the towel. I want to throw huge hissy fits and let everyone know that the day hasn’t gone my way.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd, sometimes, I do some of those things. I throw fits. I let people know things going my way hasn’t been the theme of the day. I get mad (and when I get mad, I do a bang up job of it). Aggravated. Angry.
I don’t want to fight to remain positive on these days.I don’t want to be anyone’s Positive Polly. Being negative is perfectly fine with me.
But I’m not meant for that. I’m not made to stay angry. I’m meant to forgive (even myself). And forget (I’ll admit…that one’s hard). I’m meant to remain positive even in the most adverse of situations. I’m meant to see God’s hand working in the events in my life. I’m meant to, as our preacher said last night, reflect God’s image.
At the end of the fits, I feel no better. I feel worse many times because right in the middle of the really good fit, I realize what a big role I played in whatever is making me angry. (Don’t you HATE when that happens?!)
This post has no rhyme. Nor reason. It simply is meant to tell you that I’m human. Imperfect is my middle name. Well, not really. But you get the point.
I am perfectly imperfect. :)
